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Intro. The air carried the salty smell of seawater, mixing with the intense aroma of fried dough and buttered popcorn from the market stalls that lined the boardwalk. The sun hung low over the Pacific, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink as dusk set in. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing on the shore was drowned out by laughter, drunken screams, and the metallic sound of a folk band performing on the makeshift stage near the pier.

Sophie e Elise

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